Gin and Bitterness

General Summary: Dean awakens to find Castiel sitting at the end of his bed with an unexpected anxiety.

Author’s Note: Listen, I wrote this for a prompt back in February 2013. I don't even go here, so please. Let me live.


It was late at night when Dean was awakened by a soft rustling noise and found Castiel perched on the end of his bed, his shoulders almost uncomfortably hunched, leaving his wings lank and drooping. Frowning, he sat up and squinted through the darkness of the room before switching on the lamp.

"Cas, you’ve really got to stop just randomly turning up in -"

"I didn’t randomly turn up. I’ve been here."

Rubbing his forehead, Dean sighed, "How long?"

Castiel shrugged limply, which was still an odd sight to have to process when his wings manifested - nothing about it seemed quite anatomically possible, as if the tendons and muscles connected to things that didn’t quite exist within the human body.